Maybe He's a Good Person...
She should have been grateful just to receive a cheap laptop, but the gift she'd gotten was far too generous.
Several million won for a computer... no, why are the specs so high?
It felt excessive even as an investment in a sex slave. Overly generous, really.
I can't ask him to buy games too, but still...!
Her resident registration number and phone number had lost their validity, but her game platform account was still intact.
He even set up internet for me...
Originally, there hadn't even been a line in her room, but he'd installed a dedicated internet connection just for her. It was treatment beyond words like "generous."
He was definitely smiling...
Thinking back, she hadn't met his eyes straight on very often. Maybe her assumption that he was a scary person had been wrong.
But why is he being so nice?
She was grateful. She was happy.
Still, it feels less like a sex slave situation and more like...
She didn't feel like she was contributing anything useful.
Do I lack appeal as a woman? No, then why would he buy me in the first place?
But her musings ended the moment the game download finished.
Done!
She launched the game right away and didn't budge from the monitor for hours. It was fun. Familiar. Comforting.
She was gaming in a room a bit bigger than hers, on a computer way better than her old one.
For a full day, Arin immersed herself completely in the game without a break.
Yawn... I'm getting tired now...
Finally feeling weary, she looked away from the screen. Reality flooded into her vision.
She was a slave. Everything she owned, everything she used, all came from her master's wallet.
Am I... a freeloader?
Facing this shocking truth, Arin trembled in fear.
I might not be the only one!
Without the internet, she'd have been shaking alone, but now she had a computer.
There's a slave-only community...
Of course, only slaves in good circumstances could post there. And even if things seemed okay there, it didn't mean they really were.
Recognition number...
Arin entered the slave recognition number issued in place of her resident ID and waited with bated breath for the signup to complete.
Eh... what?
Mesmerized, she clicked on a post with a flashing "new" notification.
Arin's eyes filled with terror.
Aban...donment?
The replies were horrifying.
Wait...
Arin dug through the rules, searching for "regulations on owners returning slaves."
Medically infertile, false information in the contract, or refusing sex without just cause.
Am I getting caught on this?
Arin didn't have expert knowledge, but she sensed the danger.
The comments are right too. If he wasn't going to have sex, why buy a slave? For that much money.
Her parents might have waited even if she did nothing but lounge at home. That's what parents do.
But that man was a complete stranger with no ties to her. There was no reason for him to feed a useless person.
Sh-should I ask? Or... seduce him first?
She'd heard about it before. Some owners saw even suggesting "let's have sex" to their slave as a blow to their pride.
I spent money to buy a woman—do I have to beg her pathetically? She should take the initiative to satisfy me.
People with that mindset existed.
"Th-this seems right..."
He didn't seem that bad-tempered, but better safe than sorry.
This life is good...
It was better than she'd feared or prepared for. A worse owner could have meant horrors—like barely edible gruel to survive.
No kind-hearted owner would buy a computer for a brand-new slave.
I absolutely can't get kicked out!
She needed to get serious. Rising from the computer, Arin urgently opened her closet.
Clothes. Something sexy...
She looked down at what she was wearing. It didn't show off her figure or feel sexy. Just everyday loungewear for gaming at home.
A bit lacking.
Int, interview! The outfit from the interview!
Pulling it from the closet, Arin shook her head.
This is too formal for going out!
She needed something lighter, sexier.
Sexy lingerie vibe... but isn't that expensive?
Arin was a virgin. She'd never had a boyfriend or brought a man home.
How do I seduce...?
She recalled videos she'd seen, but no good answers came.
In porn, guys just take over if you set the mood...
But that was too easy to reference.
Dramas? Lock eyes after drinks, wake up next morning under the same blanket...
She didn't know how to set the mood, but this felt more realistic.
Going out... probably won't lead straight to sex.
No street sex, so they'd need to come home drunk anyway.
Going out scares me... better at home.
But there was no drinkable alcohol at home. Maybe cooking wine, but nothing to sip.
Ask him to buy some...?
Arin decided.
Invite him for drinks, have a few until our faces flush... then offer myself.
No hard evidence, but at least she could prove she'd lost her virginity.
Okay. Let's do it...
But her plan didn't go smoothly.
...When will he come out?
He never left his room, same as her. He emerged irregularly for meals.
Ugh...
After two hours of fidgeting in vain, Arin finally saw him open his door.
"M-Master?"
"What?"
"C-Could you buy some alcohol...?"
"Sure."
He nodded casually, grabbed coffee from the fridge, and vanished back into his room.
Wha... what?
Success came so easily it was anticlimactic. Arin sighed in relief.
It worked! I did it! I can do this!
Not every success requires trials and tribulations. For someone of his wealth, booze wasn't pricey. No reason to refuse.
That's what she thought, at least.
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"Weird. She said she didn't drink during the interview."
I recalled the info from her interview.
"Well, it's not like I can't afford it."
Still, alcohol was risky. Made me uneasy.
As a new slave, she probably had a lot of wants. But not tasty food, a better computer or games, tablet or phone—booze?
Maybe she was a heavy drinker before. Hid it so she wouldn't seem unsellable.
Honestly, not thrilled...
She could drink at home without issues, but alcoholism would be a problem.
Overthinking it.
Maybe she was depressed about her situation. I hadn't treated her poorly, but she was still a slave. Losing freedom might drive her to drink.
Thought she'd want to go out, but no.
I'd activated her phone, but no calls.
So far, she was fine. Didn't bother me, didn't demand much. Just holed up in her room, lying around.
I hoped she enjoyed it.
Hmm...
My money was unlimited, but the fridge had limits. A new one needed space, which meant a bigger house. Moving sounded annoying.
I ordered a few bottles of soju and beer online. Delivery tomorrow.
Order done, I crashed into bed and fell asleep.